The Daughter

Chapter 1: The Funerals

The sun was shining, the birds were singing when she woke up that morning

The sun was shining, the birds were singing when she woke up that morning. Her name is Karen Springton. Yes she also think it's a ridiculous last name! She is 16 years old and hates it. Most of the teens would be happy but not her! Her 16th birthday was a disaster!
Today is a dark day, even though the sun is shining brightly, for some, it's raining. It's Karens dad's funerals. He died two weeks ago; on the day Karen turned 16! Her mom is an ambassador and lives in the U.S so she can't come right now. After separating with her dad, she never came back and left her and her dad in the poverty.

±Karen's P.O.V±

I'm in my room getting dressed up. Today I chose to wear a pair of dark black pants with a black shirt with dark longs sleeves apart from it. I walk in washroom and look at myself in the mirror. My brown eyes are red from the lack of sleep and from crying all night; my brown hair fell ungracefully on my shoulders, the bottom was curled slightly. As I looked at myself in the mirror, the image of my dad flashed in my head.

Before I knew it, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked down at the sink and saw them falling. That's when someone knocked on the door. I wiped the tears away and got out of my personal bathroom.

"Yes! What is it?" I said.

"It's time to go!" Said a male voice on the other side of the door.

"Ok, I'll be right there!" I said back.

I put on my shoes and walked outside my room. That chamber is the only place I show my emotions! I don't usually show it to everyone. I follow the guy outside but stop one I see the car my mother asked to pick me up with. She paid for it and I hate her!

My mom is the worst of all! I had told her I didn't want to be brought there in one of her stupid limousine. My dad was not rich and I like it that way. But my mom is and I know it will be the worst thing of my life when I move in one of those big castles with her in California!!

I looked at the black limo in front of me with an angry fire in my eyes. I don't say anything and just get in. Any normal person would be exited about this limo thing but I was not.

The limo at tainted glass. The inside looked luxurious and expansive just by looking at the bench and all the accessories.

My dad was dead which meant I would never see her again. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and found myself sleeping. When I opened my eyes again, we were about to arrived. The car stopped so suddenly that I could have gotten a heart attack. I looked at the door of the limo and waited for the driver to open the door. I was tired and angry, when the door opened; I nearly jumped out of the car, eager to just get out of this thing!

I thought I wouldn't be alone today but it wasn't my luck.

I walk in the room and looked at the room. It was dark since the windows had crimson red curtains covering them, the walls were black and the floor and a blood carpet. The box where my dad was being exposed was at the very end of the room and people I never seen before were everywhere. I slowly made my way towards it. I went slowly because people kept coming to me and saying they were sorry and blablabla...

And you know what's worst?? I don't even know them, or at least don't remember them!! That's why I hate funerals. There are always people you don't know who as to come to see you!

The last person came, she had red hair and she was fat and round.

"Oh my, you must be the daughter right?" she had in a rusty old voice.

"Yes, I am. But if you could just ex-" I began but she took my hand and while shaking it a little, she said:

"I am so sorry for you, really! What a pity! He was such a nice man. And I can't believe he is leaving behind such a beautiful girl!" She got out a tissue and wiped her tears away. May I say crocodile tears, since she was not crying.

Wow, What a comedian! I felt like saying: "Yeah I know all of you are sorry but it should be me who is sorry so get out of my way!" But I kept my mouth shut.

When she was finally done, I walk to the dead body of my dad. He was wearing a dark coat with a pair of black pants. His beautiful hair was all messed up. In other word, he was handsome. Though he was pale, I would be able to convince myself that he was alive.

Tears were rolling down my cheeks and everything seemed to go in slow motion. My tear felled slowly towards my dads face before landing on his cheek. A man who saw me approached and gently pulled me away with his strong arms. He brought me outside and sat me on a bench. Then he sat next to me and gave me a tissue.

I promise I won't cry after today! I tell myself. For my mom, I won't cry, I won't be happy. In other word I will not be like everyone else.

I cry, and cry and cry and the guy took me in his arms. I pushed him away and got up but I fell because my knees didn't seem to be strong enough. He caught me and held me tightly. My legs were shaking and weak. I didn't fight his sweet embrace anymore. My head between the stranger's large shoulders, burried in his chest, I still cried. His head on my shoulder, his breath in my ear.

After a long moment, I gain control of my body again and I looked up to find...

No one. I am standing up and I am alone. I look at the sky; the stars are shining brightly now. The full moon's light is looking down at me. I close my eyes; I can feel its energy around me. I open my eyes again and smile at the moon. I am not happy but I am not sad nor am I feeling anything else.

I gave one last glance towards the funeral's house where my dad was still exposed then to the parking or more at the limo parked near me.

I walked towards the luxurious car as the driver opens the door for me to enter it, Which I do once I reached it. I sit near to opposite window and gaze outside.

The next thing I would have to get prepared with was my mom! Just the thought of seeing her again made me shiver. My baggage was already in the car and I would have to go to the airport.

When the limo stopped I knew we had arrived had the airport. The driver opened the door and I got out taking with me my only baggage. I got into the airport and to my plane.

To Be Continued...

Note of the Author(me): Thanks for reading!! I hope you liked it! I'm working on the next chapter so please be patient...